don't forget me.

[christopher]

christopher almost forgot why he was here; the emphasis on the word almost. but christopher was christopher, and he didn't forget things so easily. oh, he remembered why he was here alright. however, he didn't know why he was worried though - it wasn't as if he was committing any grave offence or a crime. it wasn't as if he was going to do something that would shame his family - his foster mother would murder him. no, no, he wasn't doing anything illegal. but it didn't stop his heart from beating a tad faster than usual, and his mouth from curling downwards in a frown, different from his usual stoic expression. he knew very well that today his actions might or might not decide whether he was going to keep adelaide's friendship, or not. and if you knew christopher, then you would know that adelaide's friendship meant everything to the young boy of seventeen. so if he were to lose her friendship, christopher would be nothing but horribly lost.

for a moment christopher wondered whether he wanted to actually go through this, or maybe just rescind his idea of actually doing what he had planned to. there were no plans made beyond the fact that today, christopher michael parker was going to do what he had put off from doing for too many years now. many had wondered why christopher didn't go into long-lasting relationships. why christopher, the golden heir of the parker group, never seemed to spend time with any girl other than his 'best' friend. he was an oddity, as he had been told, for he seemingly never showed an interest in any other girl other than adelaide, but most people just wrote that interest to his fellow parisian as a result of being long-time friends with her. besides, he never forbade adelaide to date, and he had always watched her date other people. that alone was enough to throw off the idea that christopher might be in love with the girard.

except, you know, that the rumours started area always almost true, even though people don't believe in it. and in this case, it was regrettable that it was definitely true. because hell, christopher would be more than ready to admit that he was deeply and undoubtedly in love with adelaide ines girard. at first he had told himself that that was a lie, that he really wasn't - it was just ade, how on earth could he be? she was just a friend. a friend since he entered norwood. a really good friend. but as it progressed on and on he realised, rather slowly, that adelaide was probably the only one that truly understood him. after all, throughout the years he had gone to her countless of times seeking advice, comfort and company, and not once to his memory did he remember her ever denying him of that. she never judged him, despite the fact that most people did - when you were influential everyone gave a damn about what you did, what you ate - but she didn't. she treated him like he was normal, like a real friend, and incessantly worried about his state of health, given his workaholic tendencies.

and if that didn't top it all, it was the fact that recently he found himself suddenly jealous of the fact that she went on dates with other males. ironically, it was during this period of time that he started going out with girls more, an almost silent resolve to show that it really didn't matter to him, the fact that adelaide was dating other people. it hadn't bothered as much at the start, but as it moved on it became worse and worse. the dates became shorter and shorter, and the girls less and less. what started out as an upward graph soon morphed into a bell curve, and when it was on the descending part of the graph christopher had by then figured out that he was without a doubt god damn jealous of any boy that went out or even held adelaide's hand. despite himself, he was, and it wasn't a good thing to know. christopher didn't get jealous, he shouldn't be, but the cold hard truth was that he was. he was jealous, and damn right pretty much in love with adelaide.

which was what today was about. as foolish as it was, christopher had decided that there really was no reason for him to continue hiding what he had realised in the past year. it was better to let it all out then to keep it in. confess to her, because it seemed like his heart could no longer hold back his feelings, and a heart scorned was a very scary heart indeed. shuffling the ground with his shoe as he flipped open his phone, checking the time. he was early, obviously, and was still waiting for her to come. he didn't know why he had done it, but he had left a message for her to meet him in the morning. it was mid-morning now, and christopher wondered if she had gotten his message. maybe he hadn't - maybe he should have planned this earlier, sent her the text. after all, texting her at five in the morning and expecting her to be awake so that she would be there at ten was probably somewhat unrealistic. but what was done was done. 'to talk', he had put in his message, which could mean a lot of things, and maybe he didn't need to confess his feelings today. they could just talk, couldn't they? like how normal people did. maybe he wouldn't have to tell adelaide, of all the things in the world, that he was irrevocably and unexplainably in love with her. has been in love with her, for a long time now.

this post is for erin aka adelaide girard and it is nine hundred and seventy eight words. also, this is a note that i'm sorry it might suck ]: i didn't have muse, but it'll get better. also pretty graphic incoming shush. the most important thing is that chrislaide is the best ship in the world asdfhjkl.

[adelaide girard]

It was five in the morning and Adelaide Girard was in her dorm room, door locked, laptop in the middle of her bed with a cup of tea resting precariously on the pile of textbooks beside her. It was the second night she hadn’t slept and she was beginning to crash, though she still hadn’t succumbed to it. Instead, she fiddled with her phone, flipping it over and over on her bedspread, watching, waiting for the screen to light up with something. A text, a call, anything to get her out of the dorm room and outside, into the fresh air and concentrating on something other than the ridiculous amount of coursework she had due.

The fifth time Adelaide saw the scratched up battery cover of her phone hit the bed, it vibrated. She fumbled it picked it up, only noticing her hands were shaking when it took her three tries to access the text message. “Chris,” she breathed as she gazed at the screen, surprise and confusion flashing across her face at the words. To talk? What did that mean?

With the phone cradled within her hands, even after she was dressed, she stood in the middle of her room, just holding the phone, holding her bag. She wasn’t sure what to do. She knew she would need to leave soon, meet Christopher and talk to him, but she was worried.

It was the future that she was so scared of. That’s what she had always been scared of.

Adelaide probably shouldn’t have been driving. She hadn’t been drinking – like she was sure her roommate had been from the smell of her when she had stumbled in that morning – but it was dark and she was shaky and freaked out and worried and all those good things, and she was really not thinking straight enough to focus on putting her signal light on when she should have and slowing down at the appropriate times. It was no surprise that she had to pull over at one point on the street, right outside of a café, fingers shaking so hard she could hardly turn the keys in the ignition.

She could barely unbuckle her seatbelt, she was shaking so badly, and the best she could do was fumble with the door and push it open, swinging into incoming traffic as she darted around the front of the car. When Adelaide walked into the café, she was taken aback by the amount of people already within the establishment. It was only nine – she had spent as long as possible getting ready and calming herself and doing coursework but it was still rather early, or so she had thought.

Casting a glance around, she couldn’t help but allow her gaze to linger on each and every patron, their hands clasped around their steaming cups. They all looked so comfortable in their own skins, so happy to be alive that it made her head hurt. Bypassing the males eyeing her, Adelaide moved toward the front counter, head down so her golden hair framed her face – her eyes – the entire way. As soon as she reached the barista, she ordered what she normally did along with coffee for the boy that she was meeting and an assortment of baked goods. “Have a nice day.” The way the barista spoke, words flowing so easily and with such confidence off his tongue jarred Adelaide. It shook her up even worse than she already was; the simplicity that the male behind the counter was existing, living baffled her. She glanced up at him, her mouth slightly open, and it was only a few seconds that their eyes were locked before she turned away, flashing a faint smile.

Adelaide moved to a table and slid into the empty chair, placing her goods upon the top before she sighed, covering her face with her hands. She still had roughly an hour to pass before she was to meet the Parisian and she had no idea of what to do.

She felt a tap on her shoulder, and she pulled her hands away and opened her eyes to see the barista standing above her, his hair pushed back from his face, eyes wide and concerned. “Hey, hey,” he said in what was meant to be a soothing voice, though it grated against Adelaide’s nerves, making her brow furrow. Who was this stranger speaking to her? “I know you don’t know me but I thought I’d just…” There was a pause before he laughed, “whoever you’re going to meet, whoever has you jumping out of your skin, he’s a lucky guy.”

That should have been comforting to Adelaide but really, it just made her shake her head, unable to speak. “No, no, you’ve got it wrong. He’s just a friend.” How she wished it wasn’t true, but it was. All he would ever be was a friend. The laugh that left the barista’s lips was full and for a moment, she was confused. What was so funny? “Whatever you say.” With those words, he turned and returned to his place behind the counter, smiling once more.

Shaking her head, she cast a glance at her mobile. The numbers read nine-thirty and though she knew she was still relatively early, she decided it best to leave now rather than show up late. Adelaide stood, almost bumping into another before she could make her way safely out of the building. Inhaling the cool morning air, she rounded to the driver’s side of her car, sliding in and setting the coffee and pastries down on. A full five minutes passed – if another had been in the car, the silence would have passed the point of awkward into painful – before she started the engine, allowing the low purr of it to calm her. All they were doing was talking; it wasn’t like they were going to commit a heinous crime or she was going to meet his girlfriend.

It was silent in the car as she drove to the park. It seemed like whenever the two met outside of school, it was in a park or something of the sort. Still rather anxious, it took her a few tries before she was able to manoeuvre the vehicle into a parking stall, hands shaking upon the steering wheel. Breathe, just breathe. Retrieving the goods from the seat, she climbed out of the warm interior, crystalline eyes moving across the area before landing upon a leonine blonde standing a few yards away. At the sight of him, she felt a warm blush taint her cheeks.

The pains of being in love with your best friend.

“Chris.” She walked to him, her steps light and hesitant, smiling as she did so. “Bonjour.” Holding out the cup to him, she shrugged her frail shoulders slightly, “I’m sorry if it’s not as hot as it should be.”

t a g g e d christopher parker
m u s e “live to tell the tale” by passion pit
o u t f i t this + another cup for chris c:
s t a t u s complete
w o r d c o u n t 1147 without coding
c r e d i t to myself
n o t e s it was not sucky. but seriously. chrislaide = otp <3 this sucked so bad though. sorry bby

[christopher]

This was a sight to see. Not only was Christopher nervous, he was damn right pacing. He suspected that once this whole thing was through he would have left a significant impact on the ground of the park, and that his mother might be receiving a bill that would cover the replacement of the ground. If his foster mother didn't kill him first, Christopher would have to spend a lot of time thinking how he was going to repay that debt. Running a hand through his blond hair as he allowed himself a moment of proper contemplation, he did his best to shrug himself out of the spell. Good lord, the nervousness was messing with his brain. He was being silly. He wasn't going to have to pay for the ground, it was just ground, damn it. But it was a definite truth that he was definitely starting to dig a hole for himself at the rate that he continued to walk in the same path. Forcing himself to break apart from the routine that he was already forming - god damn it why had he come so early again? - because of waiting for Adelaide, he decided that there must be other ways to try and quell his nervousness. Seating himself down beside the fountain as he fingered his phone, he was more than tempted to call her. Call her to say that she shouldn't come, that he had taken ill or something like that. Except that wouldn't work, because if he didn't know her better, Adelaide would then start worrying about him. She would visit him while he was in bed no matter what the doctors said about keeping away and Christopher would be unable to keep a blush off his face when she started herself at close proximity to him. And then he would be in an even worse predicament than today.

No no, that was definitely not an idea. Tapping the screen of his phone as he checked the time once more, wondering whether enough time had passed, he watched as the numerals 10:30 registered on his screen. Double checking his outgoing text, he scrolled to the one that he had sent to Adelaide, scanning the message to find the time that he had told her they were going to meet. He had said ten-thirty, and it was ten-thirty now. Giving a quick survey of the park as his eyes searched for any sign of a blonde hair blue eyed beauty, Christopher didn't know why he was so hopeful. She could choose not to come too; that was a fact that he could not deny, and he knew that was a likely reality. But the selfish part of him hoped that it did not come to that, because he knew very well that he wanted her to be here. Because he wanted to tell her that he loved her with every fibre of his being, wanted to hold her hand in his, wanted to kiss her until kingdom come. He wanted to do so much to the one girl that he knew meant more than life to him. Anastasia would say that he didn't understand love and would reprimand her foster son for thinking that he could understand something that had taken more than half her life to realise - she did have a rather late marriage, all things considered.

But Christopher was sure of himself. He knew that he knew what he was doing, and nothing that his foster mother could say would stop him from doing what he told himself was the right thing to do. In fact, not doing so would be even worse, really. Because then it would bite on his conscience forever more. And when the day came that Adelaide was going to get married and he had to watch her walk down the aisle with a man that was not him, he could foresee a future of which his days would be filled with regrets, and he would be consistently wondering 'what if'. And that was definitely not a pleasant future that he himself was looking forward to. Shaking his head in an attempt to break himself out of his own thoughts, not sure how long he had allowed his thoughts to take over and distract him from reality. It was at the moment that he spotted the familiar blonde walking towards him, two cups of coffee in hand. Familiar - Adelaide had really come for him? Well, he hoped it was for him, because he didn't like the idea that she was meeting someone else - wait, was he really letting jealousy get over him? Shit. Forcing himself to smile a little and not show his nervousness anymore, he waved as the other came closer.

"Ah, thank you," he murmured gratefully, slipping back into French without knowing until he had said the words himself. Whenever he got nervous he always ended up slipping back into his mother tongue.Giving her a smile as he accepted the drink, he took a sip of it first before quietly replying, "Oh, no. It's fine. It's warm enough." Pausing as he stuck his free hand into his pocket, unsure as to what to do with it, he glanced at her for a while before indicating with a flick of his head, "Shall we walk? It's a.. nice day." And it was, because Parisian weather was merciful to them today had granted them a morning that was refreshingly cool with just enough sun to keep them warm. Starting off first as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind his ear, he waited for her to start walking before setting a pace. "You got my message? Was it not too early for you? Five in the morning... I thought you'd be asleep. I hadn't expected you to come." Like any sane person would be, to be honest. Christopher wasn't in the right state of mind when he had sent that message, so this was still a surprise that she was actually here.

"Thank you for coming."

this post is for erin aka adelaide girard and it is one thousand and eleven words. also, this is a note that wow this took forever man B[ mein apologies.

[adelaide girard]

in the works.

t a g g e d christopher parker
m u s e “use somebody” by kings of leon
o u t f i t this
s t a t u s in the works
w o r d c o u n t 3 without coding
c r e d i t to myself
n o t e s don’t worry, chels. no rush ! :]